The desert is vast and boundless, and it is easy to lose a sense of direction.

Fortunately, Sachar has followed the caravan for many years and is very experienced in judging the direction, and in addition to the relatively high temperature along the way, the itinerary is also easy.

As we go deeper into the desert, there are many more embellishments in the golden sandscape, which is a skeleton with broken bones, and the forest is white, which is especially obvious in the sun.

Sometimes it was a field of yellow sand, but when the wind blew, the sand rolled, revealing the bones underneath.

The bones were beasts and merchants, and there were even some accompanying goods that came out of the sand.

As the sun gradually set, the temperature in the desert finally dropped significantly, and everyone sighed one after another, the temperature here was too high, and everyone was sweating.

Sachar climbed a large sand dune and looked ahead for a while, telling everyone that the sandstorm weather ahead could not be passed, and they could only stay here for one night, and the temperature in the desert at night was extremely low, and it was two extremes during the day, and it was not easy to hurry.

Fang Ling ordered everyone to rest on the spot, and there was no need to risk their lives to hurry, after all, everyone was tired after traveling overnight in the past few days, not to mention that he also had some things to deal with.

So, everyone began to set up a tent to resist the possible arrival of wind and sand, after the tent was set up, Lu Bei went around alone to find a water source, and Hao Tieniu and others were on guard around the tent.

After sunset, the weather gradually cooled, and Fang Ling lay in the tent, enjoying the rare leisure. At this time, there was a sound of small footsteps outside, and then I saw Song Ying'er walking in.

Song Ying'er half-squatted down, and while gently taking off Fang Ling's shirt, she opened the small wooden box she brought and took out the potion and cloth strips.

She carefully wiped the remaining blood stains on the wound, and couldn't help but sigh faintly: "In the past few days, His Highness has not rested well, and this wound has not recovered quickly, so I must take advantage of tonight to take a good rest." ”

"I now think that you are really a little similar to the queen mother, and even the tone of your voice is almost the same. Fang Ling couldn't help but smile, he knew very well the damage caused by this sword to himself, the sword was full of Du Long's ten percent cultivation, a sword stabbed in the shoulder, not only to the muscles on the shoulder, but also to the meridians, and even the bones were injured by the qi of heaven and earth, even if there was a cultivation method, the first focus was on the internal injury, so the wound on the surface did not heal so quickly.

Song Ying'er knew how to joke when she saw that he was injured, and couldn't help but pout in disgust, but she was not without rejoicing: "If this sword was moved by another inch or two at that time and cut through His Highness's great meridians, it would be really troublesome, maybe even this arm would be abolished." ”

Fang Ling said calmly: "With Du Long's cultivation, if you want to abolish one of my hands, I'm afraid it's not easy, not to mention where this sword is pierced, I have already calculated." ”

Song Ying'er saw that he looked disapprehended, so she couldn't help but glance at him, and while continuing the movements on her hands, she complained: "Calculation is calculation, if something goes wrong, the consequences are unimaginable." If the mother knew that you were so risky, I don't know how worried I was. ”